Chapter 88: Conquer Xindu, shoot arrows through the target from a hundred paces away, Zhao Yun shows his power!
The fighting continues.

Arrows rained down, and the flashes of swords and guns could be seen everywhere.

Faced with the offensive of the government soldiers, although the Yellow Turban Army lost Zhang Bao, they did not give up resistance.

Xiao Qushuai, Qushuai, the generals and others shouted loudly and took the lead in fighting. They waved their spears and attacked fiercely like a rushing river. Waves of bright and dark forces poured downwards one after another.

The war was in full swing, with soldiers from both sides falling under the city walls every minute and every second.

As far as the eye could see, there were corpses everywhere and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Outside the city, the casualties among officers and soldiers were equally serious.

But compared with the chaos on the city wall, the officers and soldiers still launched an organized attack.

In order to capture the city as soon as possible, four generals under Ye Feng even joined the siege.

Guan Yu, Zhao Yun, Zhang He, and Zhang Liao looked at the city gate fiercely and shouted loudly.

"Blue Dragon Slash!"

"A hundred birds pay homage to the phoenix!"

"Yellow Spring Netherworld!!"

"The sky is set ablaze!"

"break!!"

A ray of energy transformed into a blue dragon, hundreds of golden birds, a black beast, and a red flame transformed into a fire phoenix.
Four terrifying forces, carrying suffocating force, flew towards the city gate at a rapid speed.

"boom!!"

A loud crashing sound was heard, and the city gate made of fine iron shook violently, with cracks appearing on the fine iron city gate.

The officers and soldiers who witnessed this scene took a deep breath, and then their eyes lit up with excitement: "The general is invincible!"

"The general is mighty!"

"Ho ho ho!!"

"Kill, kill, kill!!"

Amidst the countless roars, Guan Yu drew his sword and mounted his horse, shouting: "The city gate is already broken, why are you trying to break it open!"

"Charge into the city!"

"kill!!"

Hundreds of soldiers carried huge logs and hit the city gate again.

"boom!!"

The sound of violent collision rang out again. The city gate, which was already on the verge of collapse, could no longer withstand the impact of hundreds of people.

With a shattering sound, the huge iron gate broke into pieces and scattered around.

The Yellow Turban soldiers behind the door had dull eyes, as if they couldn't believe what they were seeing.

They couldn't understand what kind of power could even shatter the city gate made of fine iron.

"kill!!"

Before they had time to think, the soldiers outside the city rushed in like a tide.

Guan Yu, Zhao Yun and Zhang He, three great generals, rushed in the front.

The weapon in his hand was like the scythe of the god of death that reaped lives. He often stabbed out with one move, and the Yellow Turban soldiers could not even react. They only felt a flash of light before their eyes, and their life force had been shattered by the power mixed with strong force.

In just over ten breaths, hundreds of Yellow Turban soldiers fell in a pool of blood at the city gate, and not a single body was intact.

The Yellow Turban soldiers, already depressed by the death of Zhang Jue and the uncertainty of Zhang Bao's life and death, no longer had the will to resist.

The city gates have been broken, and the enemies on the opposite side are even more powerful than heavenly generals. What can they use to fight?

Who wouldn’t be scared if they couldn’t even see the person and died immediately?
Finally, one of the Yellow Turban soldiers got scared. He fell to his knees and shouted, "Don't kill me, I surrender!"

"I just want to make a living, I don't want to rebel!"

“Mercy, mercy!!”

As soon as he shouted, the green blade that was about to chop him back was instantly retracted. Guan Yu's phoenix eyes swept across the yellow turban soldiers around him and shouted sternly, "Kneel down and beg for mercy. Those who lay down their weapons will be spared!"

"Otherwise, I will kill you without mercy!!"

Seeing that the god of death was really showing mercy, dozens of Yellow Turban soldiers had no hesitation.

They dropped their weapons one by one and knelt down on both sides: "Don't kill me, I am willing to surrender!"

"I am also willing to surrender!!"

Hundreds of Yellow Turban soldiers at the city gate shouted loudly, their faces full of anxiety and fear. "Those who surrender will die!!"

“Shoot, shoot!!”

On the city wall, Yan Zheng, who witnessed this scene, was furious and gave orders loudly.

The Yellow Turban soldiers around him were all his personal soldiers, so why would he hesitate?

"whoosh whoosh"

Countless arrows fell like raindrops. How could they reach the Yellow Turban soldiers who were kneeling on the ground and wanting to surrender?

"Ahhh!"

Screams were heard, and no one knew what was going on.

When he turned his head and saw the ferocious Yan Zheng on the city wall, his eyes were instantly filled with annoyance and regret.

They regretted joining the Yellow Turban Rebellion, but it was too late.

Everything went black before his eyes and his body fell in a pool of blood.

The officers and soldiers who rushed into the city were also killed and wounded by the Yellow Turban Army's indiscriminate shooting. Dozens of officers and soldiers who followed Guan Yu and others were hit by several arrows and fell in a pool of blood.

Guan Yu narrowed his eyes slightly and raised his Green Dragon Crescent Blade.

But before he could make a move, Zhao Yun on the side laughed and said, "It is difficult for me to charge into battle when I am following you, my lord. Yunchang, I will take the credit for this."

After saying this, Zhao Yun squeezed his legs together and jumped up.

I don't know when the Longdan Silver Spear in his hand has been replaced with a strong attack.

"Take my arrow too!"

With his feet on the horse, Zhao Yun bent his bow and drew his arrow.

"Whoosh!!"

The arrow, mixed with strong force, shot towards Yan Zheng on the city wall like a meteor.

Yan Zheng on the city wall only felt a strong murderous intent locking onto him.

But he didn't see the enemy at all. He looked around and saw Zhao Yun standing on his horse with a strong bow in his hand. An arrow flew towards him across the sky like a meteor. Suddenly, his heart brightened.

He had no time to think as the dark energy in his body burst out and the sword in his hand subconsciously chopped towards his throat.

"boom!!"

The sound of the golden sword colliding was heard, and a terrifying force like a tide surged into his body along the sword.

Even though Yan Zheng tried his best, using all the strength he had gained from decades of martial arts training and continuously channeling his hidden energy into his sword, he was still unable to offset this force.

"Pfft!!"

A huge force mixed with strong energy surged into his body, and the vitality of his internal organs seemed to be cut off. The big knife in his hand lost its power and flew out like a kite with a broken string.

At the same time, the arrows, carried by the terrifying force, did not stop.

Yan Zheng only felt a flash of golden light, like a bird flying into the forest, and it went straight into his throat.

"what!"

A scream was heard, Yan Zheng's eyes went dark, and his body fell heavily from the city wall.

Guan Yu waved his Green Dragon Crescent Blade, and after killing several Yellow Turban soldiers who were resisting, he clapped his hands and praised: "Zilong, you have a great archery skill!"

"Hitting the target from a hundred paces away is just like this!"

"Listen up, Yellow Turban soldiers on the city wall. If you continue to resist, you will die."

The corner of Zhao Yun's mouth slightly raised, but the strong bow in his hand did not stop moving.

“Swish swish!!”

Several more arrows flew out.

The arrow was shot and screams were heard.

Several generals accompanying Yan Zheng fell to the ground.

The thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers on the city wall were all stunned.

Having lost their leader Yan Zheng and the generals around him, they had no idea where their future lay.

"If you don't surrender, I will shoot you to death one by one!!"

"Keep standing if you're not afraid of death. I'll see how strong your backbone is!"

At this moment, Zhao Yun roared like thunder, standing on his warhorse, like a god of war descending to earth, making people dare not look up at him.
(End of this chapter)